of faiths and religions,
my trust in them is
that they are ruined
-foundations for societies
that will always be shadows
of the projections they
were intended to be.
Never to be completed.
I believe in ruins.

Friday, 30 December 2011

into quiet conversation with an atheist,
who was desperately keen
not only to be accepted in his belief,
but that he should be accepted
purely on his own terms.

After some time the atheist's arguments
grew circular and repetitve.
Tired of being urged to convert,
the bhuddist fell quiet.
When finally he was asked for his thoughts
he replied 'My friend let us meet in my next life,
If then you are still an atheist,
let me remind you of this time-
it will help you recall your previous lives'.

At this the atheist fell silent,
the ardour of his belief faded
in recognition of a circular
otherness, beyond himself....

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

When I was young I was treated as if I was invisible,
until I got old enough to gain the enmity of my peers
and my family. I wanted, I needed, to be seen
to claim my share in places that I was told were there for all.

Now I blog, and my voice, is the page.
My statistics tell me of my audience.
Invisibility is integral to the territory.

I am happy that I make nobody jealous.
As my best friend said when he first met me,
'The happy are invisible in their happiness'.

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

seems to me to be so Fundamentalist
as to be hardened sclerotic thinking.

It echoes the win-lose logic of the Old Testament-
where with certainty the prophets won,
because as they wrote they locked later readers
out of other unrecorded histories
-without ever realising
how typically alpha male that behavior is.

I am just not macho enough to use words
like 'delusion' or 'phobia' of others unchecked.
Every day I thank my maker for the uncertainty
and creativity of the days through which I live.

Friday, 2 December 2011

which among other catch 22 situations it creates,
supports a law in fundamentalist Islam,
whereby when a woman is raped
she has the choice of being stoned
as an adulterer (for failing to stop her attacker
as if she were a heroic soldier)
or being forcibly married to her rapist,
because in his lust he was deaf
to her refusal and blind to her resistance.

The way to a woman's heart
is not through her cunt, and it has nothing
to do with religious legalese,
patriarchal culture, militarism, or male paranoia.
But old lies will persist.

Every day I find more reason
to be be happy to be gay,
or at least unpatriarchal...